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8.9.11
Airport obstacles overcome!
At the grand old age of 8 weeks, Maxwell boarded his first plane to cross an ocean and meet his most beloved English family and friends!
Considering how hard it could have been flying such a long flight with a newborn baby, our flight was amazing, and I put it entirely down to having an outstanding little boy!
There are a few things that I recommend when flying on your own (or with someone else to help you, I'm sure it still applies!).
I was so anxious about negotiating the many obstacles at the airport on my own, especially as usually when flying solo, I am carrying as much as I possibly can. This time, even with a baby, I found it quite easy and hardly at all stressful as I had expected it would be!
It was refreshing to see how helpful the airport staff were when they see I was traveling with a baby.
Considering how hard it could have been flying such a long flight with a newborn baby, our flight was amazing, and I put it entirely down to having an outstanding little boy!
There are a few things that I recommend when flying on your own (or with someone else to help you, I'm sure it still applies!).
I was so anxious about negotiating the many obstacles at the airport on my own, especially as usually when flying solo, I am carrying as much as I possibly can. This time, even with a baby, I found it quite easy and hardly at all stressful as I had expected it would be!
It was refreshing to see how helpful the airport staff were when they see I was traveling with a baby.
- There are special lanes to skip queues for security and what not.
- All your bags are loaded onto the conveyor belt, you take baby out of the pram, and walk through the security gate. A member of staff then walks your pram through and wipes it over with their special little kit for suspect substances.
- Upon arrival at the gate, you are allowed to board first, at this point I would recommend checking your seat and if there is one available with a bassinet you should be able to take it.
When I got to the plane I was suddenly struck with 'how am I going to collapse the pram and hold Max, and what to do with my bags (and the cold McDonald's I had purchased and not had a chance to eat!)?? I decided to go to my seat, dump all my bags -and food- and go back to assess the pram situation.
When I got back to the pram, an attendant offered to hold Max, it actually worked out that the pilot held him while I very hastily -shaking like a leaf for some reason- collapsed the pram and struggled to get it in the 'stroller bag'. It actually went much smoother than I thought it would.
- I very much recommend purchasing a 'stroller bag'. It may be a little added hassle to put it in at the gate, but you really don't feel too rushed, and there are people there to help you. It just prevents the pram getting dirty or scratched in holding. Especially if your pram is a 2 part jobby!
- I also recommend the suitcases with the four wheels, a much easier process of negotiating the airport with a pram and suitcases.
The lip curl heartbreaker
My boy knows how to tug at the heart strings... Boy can he make the most sad face ever, it's just heartbreaking to see him so upset sometimes.. He looks at you with those big eyes, tears forming, and his bottom lip turned over, quivering. I can't hug him enough.. I wish -as do so many mother's I'm sure- that I knew what made him cry so fervently.
Since getting back from England, Max has been a little out of sorts, crying way more than he 'usually' does, and not sleeping the long periods like he was, and being extremely fussy while nursing. It's been nearly a week since we got back, and today is the first day where he seems more calm and at peace, I think the time zone confusion and jet lag has to be hard on such a young baby...
I even found a few minutes to quickly write on my nearly abandoned blog!
Since getting back from England, Max has been a little out of sorts, crying way more than he 'usually' does, and not sleeping the long periods like he was, and being extremely fussy while nursing. It's been nearly a week since we got back, and today is the first day where he seems more calm and at peace, I think the time zone confusion and jet lag has to be hard on such a young baby...
I even found a few minutes to quickly write on my nearly abandoned blog!
6.9.11
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A personality develops!
Every day it seems Max is developing his character... whether it's a fleeting smile after I've kissed his neck, or waving his arms at me when I come close.. We are seeing that this little boy is so strong. Strong in temperament as well as strength! The latest most obvious character development is his love for being outside. He could be crying his eyes out in side with no hope of consoling him, you step outside and the upset immediately changes to contentment. I love it! He loves looking around, staring at the trees and the sky, just taking it all in. He sat on my lap this evening in the garden, swinging in our 'secret garden' holding my finger, listening to music, looking around.
It was by fluke I discovered this, he'd been going between sleep and crying and fussing for a couple hours, when I thought I'd just put him in the buggy and go for a walk.. No sooner was he strapped in and on the move, those little tired red eyes did all they could to stay awake, taking in everything above him. Daily walks are now a must, and an evening cuddle in the garden...!
3.8.11
My day
Today was the busiest, most full day yet with Maxwell..
- Up at 08:45, showered while Maxou sat looking around... out and dressed, fed him a little before getting ready to leave the house. We aimed for 09:15, but managed 09:25, not so bad apart from we were 15 minutes away from a 09:30 appointment, oops! The six week check up went without a hitch, and I got the all clear, 'healing nicely' doc said! Oh goodie!
- Upon leaving the appointment, Max needed changing and wanted to be fed, so climbing into the back of the car, another car park change and feed commenced! I'm getting quite used to feeding on the go! Leaving Generations, we headed back a few blocks to visit 'Borders', they had a 'huge going out of business' sign outside.. perused around the sales for an hour or so, buying a game, and a couple stamping sets.
- Leaving Borders, Max was ready to have more food, yet another pit stop in the car park, climbing into the back seat again... He was quite content after that and promptly passed out, allowing me to run errands for the next few hours.
- We headed to Costco next, filled up with petrol, and collected my sister's contacts she had ordered.
- From Costco we stopped at the Starbucks drive-thru for a much needed 'big as I can buy' iced coffee!
- Trader Joes was the next stop for a well over due food shop for the week.
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| Helping me with the food shopping! |
- Old Navy and Target were next.. quick run round and home bound.
- Home now to do the house work! Max slept another hour or so after being fed which allowed me to put all the food away and wash all the floors downstairs and the stairs.
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| Love these smiles after being fed! |
- Skyped with Mum and Dad for a little, Max was quite responsive 'sunshine and showers' as my Mum says, crying and smiling.. fussing, wanting to be fed, but tired. After talking with the family and catching up, I put Maxou in the baby bjorn and started preparing dinner; a quick and simple Mac and Cheese recipe (which actually ended up very bland). While preparing the food, Max passed out and I dropped cheese in his hair!
- Turns out Max couldn't make up his mind if he wanted to sleep or stay awake and so fussed about for the next few hours. MFJ came home around 19:00 and we were rocking on the porch. Kisses from Daddy and then a walk around the block. Max loves being outside, looking around tons!
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| Max loving being outdside! |
- Home for another feeding, more kisses and cuddles. Fussing more so I end up eating my dinner standing up while rocking him.
- Finally, it looks like Max is out for the count, gently put him in his bed and finish up folding the laundry, gathering up the house rubbish for bin-day tomorrow, put away the cleaning stuff bought at Target, clean the toilet, and put on more washing.
- Finally, as I'm about to sit down Max starts crying, he doesn't seem to want to stop, so more cuddles and consoling him back to sleep. I get the laptop and camera and phone and sync and upload everything with Maxou sleeping in my arms, once happy he's deeply sleeping, I lay him next to me, and I type away.
- 22:04 MFJ comes up to bed, taking his son from me and having his own cuddles.
I sit back and look forward to Max waking up so I get to smell my sweet boy one more time and have more cuddles. There is not one minute that I don't want to be holding him. I love him so much.
1.8.11
How?
How to decipher what is right or wrong.. how to choose the right thing to do. I don't think you can. I don't think that there is always a right answer, and I especially think that whatever decision you make when it comes to your children, there is always someone that will think you made the wrong choice.
How do you know if your child is crying because you did, or didn't do something? How do you shake the feelings that you were inadequate? I don't know how I can please the people that matter, let alone myself, and be happy with my decisions. I always consider, and care, and weigh out what is happening, but I am new at this job, and I know some things are not going to be ideal.
How is it that I am in knots when I know I put my child first, that I am upset and angry at a circumstance that happened, and for all intents and purposes, was successful. But, can be said that my actions negatively impacted my child, or is it coincidence that my child cry's after a day of doing things that other people may say they shouldn't have done.. who is to know. All I know, is that I will always put my son first, and try my best to do the best all the time, for my son and my family.
How do you know if your child is crying because you did, or didn't do something? How do you shake the feelings that you were inadequate? I don't know how I can please the people that matter, let alone myself, and be happy with my decisions. I always consider, and care, and weigh out what is happening, but I am new at this job, and I know some things are not going to be ideal.
How is it that I am in knots when I know I put my child first, that I am upset and angry at a circumstance that happened, and for all intents and purposes, was successful. But, can be said that my actions negatively impacted my child, or is it coincidence that my child cry's after a day of doing things that other people may say they shouldn't have done.. who is to know. All I know, is that I will always put my son first, and try my best to do the best all the time, for my son and my family.
28.7.11
Stop and Stare
It's really not very hard to just stop everything I'm doing or planning on doing and just spend my time staring at my beautiful boy. Some days it still feel's so surreal, that I have this little life to look after now, other days, it's like it always has been.
I don't want to put him in his bed to sleep at night.. I want to lay with him, smelling that sweet baby smell, kissing his soft pudgy cheeks. I don't want to leave him alone while he naps, but I have to use that time to catch up on the washing and tidying the house, etc.
I caught myself thinking time is going too quickly. He is growing up too fast.. Silly I know, it's only been 5 weeks.. But really, he has already changed so much. These thoughts crossed me while I was folding the clean washing - faintly hearing his little baby snores in the background - I folded one of the outfits my parents bought him while they were here, one of the only ones that fitted him when the newborn stuff was too big. I look at it now, wondering how tiny a thing he was, and never will be again.
I am loving every stage. But every stage ends so quick. I don't know how to savour every look, every expression, every sound. A camera does not capture everything I need to remember.
I don't want to put him in his bed to sleep at night.. I want to lay with him, smelling that sweet baby smell, kissing his soft pudgy cheeks. I don't want to leave him alone while he naps, but I have to use that time to catch up on the washing and tidying the house, etc.
I caught myself thinking time is going too quickly. He is growing up too fast.. Silly I know, it's only been 5 weeks.. But really, he has already changed so much. These thoughts crossed me while I was folding the clean washing - faintly hearing his little baby snores in the background - I folded one of the outfits my parents bought him while they were here, one of the only ones that fitted him when the newborn stuff was too big. I look at it now, wondering how tiny a thing he was, and never will be again.
I am loving every stage. But every stage ends so quick. I don't know how to savour every look, every expression, every sound. A camera does not capture everything I need to remember.
21.7.11
Life is... Maxwell.
It's amazing how quickly my life changed and how quickly this new life seems like it is always what it should be.
I am not a priority. My husband comes second.. My baby is everything. Every thought, every ounce of energy, every waking moment. It's not about just me and MFJ anymore, life is bigger than us now, and always will be. Two became three.
It feels weird if I am without Max.. But, I crave some time without him after a long day, really though, when I get that time alone; time to pick up around the house, check the internet, or run a quick errand, I feel like I left part of me behind. I want to hand my baby to his Daddy when he get's in from work, but I have a hard time leaving them, hovering around, waiting for him to need to pass him back to his Mummy... ready to swoop in and pick him up from his chair if he is put down for a second.
I already feel like my son knows his Mummy. Quietly believing that every time he stares into my eyes he is really looking at me, knowing my voice and my smell. I am loving every moment, every expression, every noise. I would never have believed so much time could be taken up just staring at my miracle. I am in love.
19.7.11
A day to remember!
June 22nd 2011... How this day changed my life!
Waking up early ready for our 08:30 appointment at generations to check on baby.. the most important decision that morning was who was going to get first shower, and who could sneak a couple more minutes of shut eye before scrambling to get ready to go...
MFJ and I both drive seperately to the appointment, me so I can go home and get a late morning nap in, and MFJ so he can go straight to work for two big appointments.
We get to Generations, I pee in a cup - I never thought peeing in a cup would seem the norm - I jump on the scales, cringe at the figure, and waddle down the hall to our room where the nurse checks my blood pressure, and listens to the heart beat 162 bpm today, seems a lot higher than normal.. but we're assured it's a good healthy heartbeat. The nurse leaves and we chat, joke back and forth about how close we are to the due date (1 week to go) and how much my cervix would be today, it was 2cm dilated the week before.
Dr. Jamie Loehrke comes in, and without much further ado, after asking about my headaches, me telling her they've been pretty bad, she tells me that i'll be having a baby by the end of the day.. As she's talking, I feel myself welling up.. way more emotional than I thought i'd be, maybe because I did not expect this news.. I thought everything would happen on it's own I guess...
I tell MFJ to check out, and I go outside and call Mum, trying to sound happy, then I start bawling... Emotions are spilling out everywhere and everything seems so alien... Everything suddenly felt so unfamiliar and foreign, I suddenly wanted to be home, with my family, near my friends.. I drive home calling a dear friend to tell what's happening.. she tells me everything I know already, just needed to hear from someone else..
I get home, MFJ is trying to act as calm as possible, but you can just tell how much of a mix of excited and anxious he is and wanting to be the best he can be for me.. in an effort to grab everything we need, we load the car with 3 more bags then just my hospital bag... it looks like we are going on a mini holiday or something!
MFJ can see how I'm feeling and I wish he knew how amazing he was.. he just tried to be there for me in the way I needed it, instead of the way he thought I needed.. It was so surreal driving to the hospital... the last drive just me and MFJ. [Bonus points to my husband for trying to get me a 'custard' before going to the hospital, just a shame it was closed..! (with hindsight, I wish we had stopped and got some real food though, as I wasn't allowed to eat anything till after delivery!)]
At the hospital;
Admitted at 09:55 and was in triage at 10:00, ready to pee in a cup again and have my blood pressure taken and take my blood.. Within a short while of being monitored, baby's heart beat drops to 100 bpm, usually a good range is 120-160.. I begin to quietly panic, but know i'm in the right place, and begin to accept that i'll be staying in.. Doc comes and checks me, no change in cervix, it's decided i'm definitely staying in and get moved to my own room. While there I am hooked up to an IV and given a pitocin drip. Did not realise that I would be bed ridden, I got quite upset about that, as even though I was being induced, I still had it in my mind that I would be able to somewhat follow through with pain relief practices and what not during labour.. It became real when I wanted to go to the toilet, and was given a bed pan.. I couldn't go so had a catheter put in - that wasn't very fun, but filled a whole bag straight away!!
After a while of just laying there, contractions come and go.. getting harder each time, I start considering the epidural, seen as I can't practice any other means of pain relief. I talk to Mum and Dad on skype, trying to hide the discomfort of the contractions, cannot wait to see them, they changed their flight to arrive the next day (23/6/11). By 16:45 I decide to get the epidural. Once the epidural is administered, I get really itchy and shaky, wobbly chin!
After a short time, the nurses act panicked, and the heart beat is not detected... It then drops to 60 bpm, the room suddenly becomes very crowded and all attention is on the monitors. I am extremely worried and scared. The doctors keep telling me to move, try different positions to try and get heartbeat to rise... An internal monitor is fitted and after about 20 minutes the heartbeat stabilises and things are more calm. I can't help but cry and just worry so much about my baby. MFJ is there for me and seems to put himself and his feelings aside and just focus on us. I didn't realise at the time how selfless he was that day...
To be completed...!
Waking up early ready for our 08:30 appointment at generations to check on baby.. the most important decision that morning was who was going to get first shower, and who could sneak a couple more minutes of shut eye before scrambling to get ready to go...
MFJ and I both drive seperately to the appointment, me so I can go home and get a late morning nap in, and MFJ so he can go straight to work for two big appointments.
We get to Generations, I pee in a cup - I never thought peeing in a cup would seem the norm - I jump on the scales, cringe at the figure, and waddle down the hall to our room where the nurse checks my blood pressure, and listens to the heart beat 162 bpm today, seems a lot higher than normal.. but we're assured it's a good healthy heartbeat. The nurse leaves and we chat, joke back and forth about how close we are to the due date (1 week to go) and how much my cervix would be today, it was 2cm dilated the week before.
Dr. Jamie Loehrke comes in, and without much further ado, after asking about my headaches, me telling her they've been pretty bad, she tells me that i'll be having a baby by the end of the day.. As she's talking, I feel myself welling up.. way more emotional than I thought i'd be, maybe because I did not expect this news.. I thought everything would happen on it's own I guess...
I tell MFJ to check out, and I go outside and call Mum, trying to sound happy, then I start bawling... Emotions are spilling out everywhere and everything seems so alien... Everything suddenly felt so unfamiliar and foreign, I suddenly wanted to be home, with my family, near my friends.. I drive home calling a dear friend to tell what's happening.. she tells me everything I know already, just needed to hear from someone else..
I get home, MFJ is trying to act as calm as possible, but you can just tell how much of a mix of excited and anxious he is and wanting to be the best he can be for me.. in an effort to grab everything we need, we load the car with 3 more bags then just my hospital bag... it looks like we are going on a mini holiday or something!
MFJ can see how I'm feeling and I wish he knew how amazing he was.. he just tried to be there for me in the way I needed it, instead of the way he thought I needed.. It was so surreal driving to the hospital... the last drive just me and MFJ. [Bonus points to my husband for trying to get me a 'custard' before going to the hospital, just a shame it was closed..! (with hindsight, I wish we had stopped and got some real food though, as I wasn't allowed to eat anything till after delivery!)]
At the hospital;
Admitted at 09:55 and was in triage at 10:00, ready to pee in a cup again and have my blood pressure taken and take my blood.. Within a short while of being monitored, baby's heart beat drops to 100 bpm, usually a good range is 120-160.. I begin to quietly panic, but know i'm in the right place, and begin to accept that i'll be staying in.. Doc comes and checks me, no change in cervix, it's decided i'm definitely staying in and get moved to my own room. While there I am hooked up to an IV and given a pitocin drip. Did not realise that I would be bed ridden, I got quite upset about that, as even though I was being induced, I still had it in my mind that I would be able to somewhat follow through with pain relief practices and what not during labour.. It became real when I wanted to go to the toilet, and was given a bed pan.. I couldn't go so had a catheter put in - that wasn't very fun, but filled a whole bag straight away!!
After a while of just laying there, contractions come and go.. getting harder each time, I start considering the epidural, seen as I can't practice any other means of pain relief. I talk to Mum and Dad on skype, trying to hide the discomfort of the contractions, cannot wait to see them, they changed their flight to arrive the next day (23/6/11). By 16:45 I decide to get the epidural. Once the epidural is administered, I get really itchy and shaky, wobbly chin!
After a short time, the nurses act panicked, and the heart beat is not detected... It then drops to 60 bpm, the room suddenly becomes very crowded and all attention is on the monitors. I am extremely worried and scared. The doctors keep telling me to move, try different positions to try and get heartbeat to rise... An internal monitor is fitted and after about 20 minutes the heartbeat stabilises and things are more calm. I can't help but cry and just worry so much about my baby. MFJ is there for me and seems to put himself and his feelings aside and just focus on us. I didn't realise at the time how selfless he was that day...
To be completed...!
17.6.11
So close now..
Starting about 8 months ago, we started going to the OBGYN, for appointments to check on our baby's health. Appointments that I would find myself getting anxious and excited at each time. Excited at the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat or seeing the squirming little bean flash across a screen for a few seconds.. holding back tears, smiling uncontrollably. Not fully understanding the process, not being able to grasp this miracle that we had created. Anxious to know the heartbeat was healthy and everything was going along as it should.. Because really, this whole growing a baby malarkey is pretty much out of your hands.. you can eat healthily, cut out the alcohol, exercise, make sure your not putting anything in your body that could harm your baby, but really, you have very little say. I still find it hard to wrap my head around the fact that I have managed to grow this baby, that I have carried this baby for 9 months, that my body is capable to cater to the needs of this new life.. I have loved every minute, I have loathed some minutes, but I would never change anything. I would put up with the back pain, the kicks in the ribs, the gas. I have been amazed by the shear revelation that your body is a vessel and you will give in to what it needs.
Our 38 week appointment was this morning.. Every appointment MFJ has come with me, and I wouldn't have it any other way, just seeing his face light up in a way nothing else can make it light when he hears the heart beat. I love these times. The appointments are nearing the end, and baby will be here soon, and I cannot wait for the baby to replace the noise of the heartbeat to spread a smile so full of love over his face.
The appointment this morning we were both a little more excited about, as the Doc was checking my cervix.. MFJ was adamant that I would be a little dilated, and a little effaced, I thought he was going to jump out of his chair when the doctor stated quite matter-of-factly that I was '2cm dilated and 70% effaced', I'm pretty sure I saw him punch the air as well!
Sitting here drinking raspberry leaf tea, apparently it's supposed to help induce labour! But, who knows! If baby wants to stay in there and get healthier, and fatter, I'm good with that, but, if baby wants to come out and meet us, I am so ready for that too...
We are so excited for this next chapter in our lives.
Our 38 week appointment was this morning.. Every appointment MFJ has come with me, and I wouldn't have it any other way, just seeing his face light up in a way nothing else can make it light when he hears the heart beat. I love these times. The appointments are nearing the end, and baby will be here soon, and I cannot wait for the baby to replace the noise of the heartbeat to spread a smile so full of love over his face.
The appointment this morning we were both a little more excited about, as the Doc was checking my cervix.. MFJ was adamant that I would be a little dilated, and a little effaced, I thought he was going to jump out of his chair when the doctor stated quite matter-of-factly that I was '2cm dilated and 70% effaced', I'm pretty sure I saw him punch the air as well!
Sitting here drinking raspberry leaf tea, apparently it's supposed to help induce labour! But, who knows! If baby wants to stay in there and get healthier, and fatter, I'm good with that, but, if baby wants to come out and meet us, I am so ready for that too...
We are so excited for this next chapter in our lives.
10.6.11
Pink Barn Promenade
It's the time of year that comes round so quickly, but at the same time, seems so long coming.. Spring time. And, it is this coming weekend that Karen and Dede host another 'Pink Barn Promenade' at Karen's house in Milford. It's a day full of laughter, drinks, and delicious cakes, surrounded by fantastic refurbished, found and often re-purposed trinkets and treasures.
Last year I had a stall, and sold some of my vintage items, but also some handmade tags, and cards etc. I did pretty well. This year, I was really hoping to have a stall again, but being 9 months pregnant, I'm not sure the logistics of that will really work... So I'm planning on taking a few boxes of my smaller vintage wares like the Mason jars and nick nacks.. we'll see. It's just fun being there and seeing what Dede and Karen have been doing all winter, they are both so talented and so fun to be around. I'll post pictures from the show on Saturday later.
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| Unpacking my trinkets! |
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| Setting up stalll |
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| Dede drinking a well deserved Margerita! |
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| Love this smile! Thanks for all the help Michael!! |
1.6.11
25.5.11
Eames copycat
I'm loving this Eames copycat style rocker... and for the bargain price of $122.40 from Sears. You can buy it HERE! But looking through the options, I am kinda liking the static option too, the white no rocker version, thinking it would be great as a dining room chair around an old wooden table.. I could always sore the legs down on the high tables we have!!
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| Buy it HERE |
24.5.11
Getting it done!
About 5 weeks to go till due date, and things are finally coming together... It doesn't matter that the house resembles a massive jumble sale, the crib is painted and put together (although when put together we realised we were missing a piece, so have to get that and paint it!) and in situ in the room. It looks awesome against the blue walls. The dresser is nearly done, cheeky english bird wallpaper looks fab on the sides, just need to finish the drawers and find a new hinge that fits the one door..
Off to ikea today to get a couple of the wall lights MFJ likes, and hopefully decide on the curtain situation! We shall see!
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